One after another the narrow boats
Enter the Stonebridge Lock
Families enjoying being afloat
But they need to stop by seven o’clock
Passing motionless fishermen
All seeking a trophy
And oblivious to the otter in his den
But waiting for a fish to say catch me
Out of the city into the green
Time to see the wildflowers
And take in the scene
As minutes turn into hours
People on towpaths wave
And occasionally a pleasantry
Canals are no place for a rave
They are just heavenly.